Mantelpiece, R., in disorder. At back
double doors (ajar) leading to another room. Door, L., leading to
hall and front door.
TIME.--Evening in August.
ALBERT SHAWN is reclining on the sofa, fully dressed, but obviously
ill: an overcoat has been drawn over his legs. A conspicuous object is a
magnificent light purple dressing-gown thrown across a chair.
Door bangs off. Enter ILAM CARVE in his shirt sleeves, hurriedly.
SHAWN feebly tries to get up.
CARVE. Now, don't move. Remember you're a sick man, and forget you're a
servant.
(SHAWN shivers. CARVE, about to put on his dressing-gown,
changes his mind, and wraps it round SHAWN as well as he can.
CARVE then puts on an oldish coat.)
SHAWN. (Feebly.) You've been very quick, sir.
CARVE. I found a red lamp only three doors off. He'll be along in half a
minute.
SHAWN. Did you explain what it was, sir?
CARVE. (Genially.) How could I explain what it was, you fool, when I
don't know? I simply asked to see the doctor, and I told him there was a
fellow-creature suffering at No.
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